talk! | matty healy

an encounter

hi! i wrote this a long time ago and wouldn't write anything like this anymore(and i don't like it anymore) but i'll leave it here because i know some people enjoyed this story

-olivia's p.o.v-

"why can't you just admit it, olivia?!" callum threw his hands in the air, leaning forward, "how can you be in a relationship when you don't even know how to be treated right?" i paused, realising my anger at his comment.
"why can't you just mind your own fucking business?!"

i swiftly grabbed my bag from the small breakfast table and spun around. i flung the front door open and slammed it before callum could reply.

the fourth argument of this week with my short-fused roommate, with the main subject being my boyfriend... again.
it started this morning as callum spotted bruises around my wrists after i'd been at ryan's house and he insisted i broke up with my 'psychopath' boyfriend (callum had a habit of blowing things out of proportion).

i had been briskly walking towards town for about five minutes now. just as i pulled my phone out to check if callum had continued the argument over text, a tall, slim figure came around the corner of the vandalised library wall, knocking my phone from my hands. "shit!" i immediately gasped, before hearing a slight crack as my phone tumbled onto the cold concrete pavement. "oh fuck! fuck sake! shit, i'm so sorry." the tall figure gushed.

i leaned down to retrieve my phone before inspecting the screen. "oh, it's fine. only a lil' crack" i said rather quietly as i craned my neck to see the stranger's face. i was met with gentle, brown eyes and hair that resembled light pubes stuck to his head with a pritt-stick.

"phew" he sighed, "sorry about that" he looked down at me as i moved my brown, lightly curled hair from my face with my right hand. i saw as his eyes latched onto the purple-blue marks around my wrist that poked out from under my denim jacket sleeve. his face flickered with concern before lightly shaking his head. "sorry again. i'm always in a rush." he bit his lip and offered me a grin.
i giggled at his third apology, "it's fine, no worries." i replied, mimicking his growing smile.

"i'm george." he relaxed as he offered me a complimentary handshake. i took it as i pushed my phone into the back pocket of my skinny jeans.
"nice to meet you george, i'm olivia." i was still looking up at george, admiring his jawline, and a few seconds of silence passed.

"so what're you in a rush for?" i queried as i fiddled with my sleeve because of the slight awkwardness.

"shit!" his hand pulled at his cheeks in stress, "i've got a lecture, in like... 5 minutes- do you go to the uni?" i nodded enthusiastically as he scraped his hair back with thought.
"yeah so i better go- but you seem really nice and we go to the uni and this is such a rushed meeting... maybe we could meet again?" he shifted nervously and bit his lip.
"yeah i'd like that... here, i'll give you my number" i pulled out my phone and a smirk of achievement emerged from george's mouth as he pulled his phone out too.

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george and i had exchanged numbers as he briefly said bye, before sprinting down the road towards the uni, his long frame almost moving faster than the cars next to him. i bit my lip as i thought back to his charming smile and sharp jawline, his jeans and dark shirt hanging off his slim body...

my daydreaming was interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. i pulled it out as i slowed down my way to work.

i was expecting the new contact name of 'george' to light up the screen but I sighed a little as it was much more familiar.

ryan
text message

i can't say i was looking forward to what ryan had said. it could be anything. my mind flooded with possibilities as i swiped open the notification.

'hey baby, where are you??x'

i quickly typed a reply,

'just on my way to work, you? xx'

shoving my phone into my back pocket, i realised i was outside the coffee house where i work and pushed the green door open. the bell above the door rung as i was welcomed by the warmth of the small cafe, with round tables and chairs scattered around the room and walls painted light green and white. a strong smell of coffee invaded my nose as well as the aroma from the food that was cooking.

"olivia!" i looked over to the tills to see steven, my boss, holding my work apron. "olivia?" he repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. "early? what is going on?" he said sarcastically before tossing my apron to me.

my boss was quite a bit older than me, in his late 20s. he had dark messy hair and stubble and was slim but muscular. i had to admit he was fit- but too old for me.

"ha. ha." i mocked and smirked as i walked towards the tills. i set my bag down, took off my coat and put my apron on.

"i'm not intentionally early, actually. i just couldn't stand being in the apartment with callum anymore." i tied my apron at the front and looked to steven for a reply.
"oh god, how do you keep finding new topics to argue about?" he laughed. it was too early to think of excuses for the marks on my wrists, so i started cleaning the tables instead.
"just petty things." i mumbled whilst wiping the tables down with a cloth.

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hey! ok so sorry this chapter is a bit dull, i just wanted to introduce most of the people n shit so yeah ill post chapter 2 real soon- hope you like it:)